A Dictionary of Quotations from the English PoetsG. Bell [& sons], 1895 - 715 sider |
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... lies forgot ! Prior , Alma , c . 2 . How his eyes languish ! how his thoughts adore That painted coat , which Joseph never wore ! He shews , on holidays , a sacred pin , That touch'd the ruff , that touch'd queen Bess's chin . Young ...
... lies forgot ! Prior , Alma , c . 2 . How his eyes languish ! how his thoughts adore That painted coat , which Joseph never wore ! He shews , on holidays , a sacred pin , That touch'd the ruff , that touch'd queen Bess's chin . Young ...
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... lies hid , not lost , In smiles that least befit , who wears them most . Byron , Corsair . How little do they see what is , who fame Their hasty judgmeats upon that which seems . Within the oyster's shell uncouth The purest pearl may ...
... lies hid , not lost , In smiles that least befit , who wears them most . Byron , Corsair . How little do they see what is , who fame Their hasty judgmeats upon that which seems . Within the oyster's shell uncouth The purest pearl may ...
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... lies all within the will of God , To whom I do appeal ! APPLAUSE . I would applaud thee to the very echo , That should applaud again . Such a noise arose Dr. Johnson . Sh . Hen . V. I. 2 . As the shrouds make at sea in a stiff tempest ...
... lies all within the will of God , To whom I do appeal ! APPLAUSE . I would applaud thee to the very echo , That should applaud again . Such a noise arose Dr. Johnson . Sh . Hen . V. I. 2 . As the shrouds make at sea in a stiff tempest ...
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... lie in her cradle . 31 Dekker , Honest Wh . p . 2 . The rule , get money , still get money , boy , No matter by what ... lies , But well dispers'd , is incense to the skies . Pope , M.E.111.234 . ' Tis strange the miser should his cares ...
... lie in her cradle . 31 Dekker , Honest Wh . p . 2 . The rule , get money , still get money , boy , No matter by what ... lies , But well dispers'd , is incense to the skies . Pope , M.E.111.234 . ' Tis strange the miser should his cares ...
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... lie scatter'd on the bleeding ground . Many a widow's husband grovelling lies , Coldly embracing the discolour'd earth . Collins . Sh . K. John , II . ? BATTLE . 37 BATTLE - continued . The cannons have.
... lie scatter'd on the bleeding ground . Many a widow's husband grovelling lies , Coldly embracing the discolour'd earth . Collins . Sh . K. John , II . ? BATTLE . 37 BATTLE - continued . The cannons have.
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Side 337 - s not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Side 441 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Side 456 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Side 361 - KNOW then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man. Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise, and rudely great : With too much knowledge for the sceptic side, With too much weakness for the stoic's pride, He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest; In doubt to deem himself a god, or beast...
Side 421 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll [ Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Side 526 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die...
Side 188 - Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him . The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Side 421 - Dark-heaving, boundless, endless and sublime — The image of eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Side 424 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone...
Side 673 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility : But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...